Haikyuu! Striking Thoughts

Like It Like That

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Since the incident with his injured hand, the bedhead of a guy who claimed his personal property is Tsukishima Kei, has been all but very careful of his well-being. Not once did Kuroo let the blonde lift even a single finger, most times doing majority of the chores in the house because he would rather die than admit he's concerned for the jerky teen. He is, really. He wasn't there when it happened and the stories he was told varied depends on the source; the worst one being Hinata's version, but it hurt, that he knew much. He too is a volleyball player. He could relate to how hard the experience it must have been for Tsukishima, yet his pain was something Kuroo can't exactly measure. He's made up for those times though. Tsukki assured him long ago. "Kei? Get dressed. We're heading out," Tetsurou told him, earning a huff from the bastard. He may or may not have tried to kiss him into it, and the blonde ended up changing clothes with a permanent tint on his cheeks all the way to his ears. It took a moment more before the couple was ready to leave their apartment. Ever so suddenly Kuroo felt long, slender fingers take up half of his hand, slowly intertwining them as he was closing the door shut. It was Tsukki's damaged one. "Hey. You sure you're okay with holding hands this way? It's still inj—" he was shushed halfway. "I like it like this," Tsukishima looked away. It could've been a sweet statement but he finished it off with a "Shut up." Kuroo broke out with the widest grin, squeezing their hands and rubbing his thumb across the smooth, fair skin. As you wish, my moon.